[Intro]
Southside
If Young Metro don’t trust ya, I’m gon shoot ya
[Hook/Chorus]
Smoking like I got a permanent cough
Popping them pills again
Used to think you was my dawg, now you’re not my friend
Turn myself into a boss, I was born to win
Still know how to handle a loss
Me and Metro going in
Everything hit
All my songs hit
All my chains hit
I look like a lick
Everything hit
Diss me, get hit
Southside got the stick
Everything hit
[Verse 1]
My shooter gave me a promise, said he won’t miss
I’m rich, I’m just being honest, look at my wrist
You’re s**t, you ain’t p****d
20k ain’t s**t, spent that on my b***h
Roll up I smoke by the zip
Got gorillas, a jungle with me
Snakes and bees on my feet
Bought a Range because I don’t want a Jeep
F*****g your b***h for a week
I f**k your b***h right where you sleep
Leaving my nut in your sheets
Molly turned me into a beast
Working four days, no sleep
[Hook/Chorus]
Smoking like I got a permanent cough
Popping them pills again
Used to think you was my dawg, now you’re not my friend
Turn myself into a boss, I was born to win
Still know how to handle a loss
Me and Metro going in
Everything hit
All my songs hit
All my chains hit
I look like a lick
Everything hit
Diss me, get hit
Southside got the stick
Everything hit
[Verse 2]
Water on my wrist
Codeine when I p**s
Got pills in my s**t
Don’t think I could quit it
Take your xanies to sleep
Wake up and I sip
There’s a girl in my bed, and I don’t know the b***h
I’m sipping juice, I make the yellow Fanta orange
I was stuck inside my house and now I’m touring
I couldn’t do it, had to get it like, life got boring
And I might close my whip, and all my b*****s foreign
[Hook/Chorus]
Smoking like I got a permanent cough
Popping them pills again
Used to think you was my dawg, now you’re not my friend
Turn myself into a boss, I was born to win
Still know how to handle a loss
Me and Metro going in
Everything hit
All my songs hit
All my chains hit
I look like a lick
Everything hit
Diss me get hit
Southside got the stick
Everything hit
[Outro]
I’m sipping juice, I make the yellow Fanta orange
I was stuck inside my house and now I’m touring
I couldn’t do it, had to get it life got boring
And I might close my whip, and all my b*****s foreign